Redhawk Caldera The lost boys

"Sure," said Nightjar with a bit of a noncommittal shrug. It was hard to say how he felt about having little brothers when he had never had them before. "I hope they aren't like Elwood Jr.," he unwisely said. Because if they were, they wouldn't be likely to be best buds with their big brother, who had long ago classified Eljay a pussy, whether that was fair or not.

After all, the kid had almost ruined Nightjar's litter's first hunt. While his sisters and parents adored him, Nightjar had never quite gotten over his disregard for the betas' son, nor the fact that the betas had had a son at all, which just tweaked his natural instincts in all the wrong ways. Should any of his brothers turn out overly attached and needy like that, Nightjar knew he would do whatever it took to toughen them up.